Murderess

I knew at once I was dead,
Yet still I had breath,
Hands drenched in blood,
Lungs filled with stagnant air.

Cold steel, concrete,
This was my home,
No, my dwelling,
I will never see home again.

Oh that one spark of rage,
That flicker of insanity,
Fallen victim to my own sick mind,
Unforgivable.

Life is not mine to take,
Yet here I am with yours,
Soaked into my skin,
Burning my soul.

Oh what a friend death would be,
But he shall not come,
My end will be slow,
For yours was fast,
Too soon for your years.

I have cast myself into obscurity,
My life but a number,
Trapped in a hollow shell,
This spirit of a murderer.